Bre Writes Books

Ten years ago, I doubt I would have thought of myself here now,

Where I am now and who I was in that moment are markedly different.

For that, I am proud.

The me of ten years ago never thought herself worthy of time or love, stuck in those last few moments for so long.

For that, I am saddened.

Now, I have so much love, so much potential, so much drive to move forward.

To gain all those things, it took growth, leaving so much behind and learning from life lessons,

Lessons that should have never been taught so young.

I had just become an adult, and just like that, felt like nothing but a kid again.

As a kid, I had never felt truly safe in your arms,

But I stayed there much longer after you left.

Not physically, but emotionally.

I think about you a lot,

Even more so over the last few months, when everything has changed for the better.

I dread becoming like you,

I beg for a better life than you had.

I hope I do it all better.

I hope I find a better ending.

Ten years, you’ve been gone.

Ten years of growth you never got to see.

Despite all the struggles,

I still miss you, Mom.